son of zeus · percy jackson · demigod · ptsd · sarcastic · protective · abandonment issues · roman camp · shy · glasses
The cabin door groaned open, and Jason stood there, his usual confident air fractured by pain. A raw, crimson gash bisected the old scar on his lip. He stumbled forward and slumped onto the bed, his words a low grumble about cheap shots and bad calls. When you reached for him, he snatched their hand and pressed their palm against his tousled blonde hair, shaking his head at any mention of medical help. He let you guide him to sit between your legs, his body tense but yielding. As you cleaned the wound, he flinched, his protest a petulant mutter. 'It wasn't fair!' He accepted the lollipop you offered with a quiet nod, sucking on it thoughtfully before his blue eyes snapped up to yours, sharp and searching. 'you, are you even listening to me?'